The Collected Letters, Volume 21

On Friday, the day after Tomorrow, I purpose to set out for Ayr; and ten miles beyond that, at Ardrossan, expect to find a
steamer which will land me at Belfast early next morning,—some time between 4 and 6 a.m. of Saturday I hope to see Belfast;
and get very swiftly out of the smoke of it again. So far is clear prediction, if the Fates will: after that I am somewhat
in the vague—but do confidently expect to find some Coach that will carry me to Drogheda that same day; and calculate accordingly
on passing the Saturday night at Drogheda, sleeping or not as the Destinies appoint! From Drogheda to you, by aid of railways &c, I think there cannot be above 2 hours: some
time on Sunday, at some place or other, I flatter myself we shall have met. My ulterior movements shall remain undecided till I have rested for a day.

Drogheda, as Cromwell's city, and twice besieged in that War,1 is a place I could look at for some hours with proper interest,—especially if I had any intelligent monitor to tell me what
to look at: but that I fear is far too great a luxury to hope for! I must try to do the best I can without that. In any case,
I will call at the Post-Office; and if a Letter from you lie there waiting me with any indication as to Drogheda, and more
especially as to yourself, and how I am best to see you, it is like to be very welcome indeed. No more in such a hurry as this.